(Hey guys! Here is a new story that has been rolling around in my head. It was inspired partially by the Sept 18th explosion in Chelsea. I walked out of my job to find the streets covered in policemen and people lost and confused. It took me hours to get home to my little apartment in Brooklyn. I had to go back in to work the next morning, and it helped me personally to see that the city keeps moving. I also got to experience the people of New York banding together and helping each other in the aftermath, and it made it less terrifying that there are people out there who do horrible things. If I had been able to lock myself away in my apartment in the aftermath, I wouldn't have experienced that love and I would've only been left with fear. And that inspired this story.

This is a Jemily fic, set in the last few seasons. No Will, no Henry. Trigger warnings include terrorism and phobias, specifically agoraphobia.

Please read an review!

Jordon.)

"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou

Emily

As I open my eyes, all I can see is her beautiful shoulders, kissed by the sunshine streaming in through the windows. The lacy straps of her nightgown do nothing to hide the smooth, tanned skin of my wife's back. Propping my head up on my hand I smile gently as I watch her sleep. Even after two years of dating and four years of marriage, my breath is still taken away by the gorgeous creature that I get to call my wife. I want to run my lips over that skin, and kiss it the same way the sun is. Before I have the chance, I see her squirm, also waking.

When JJ turns over onto her back, I can't stop my small smile from stretching into a large grin. Even as she is still blinking into the morning sun, her hands begin to rub her swollen stomach. She realizes that I too am awake.

"Good morning." she whispers, her voice hoarse after a full night's rest.

"Morning. How did you sleep?"

She wrinkles her nose. "I would have slept great if someone," she sent a playful glare down at her stomach, hadn't decided the three am is a great time to practice flip and kicks!"

I moved further down until I could place a kiss on her stomach. "Y'know baby, that's not a very nice thing to do to Mommy." Rubbing my hand back and forth I turn back to address her. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well there was no point in neither of us sleeping well. And plus you just looked so adorable and grumpy as you slept."

"Hey!" I laugh as I slide back up towards the headboard. "I do not look grumpy when I sleep."

She threw back her head laughing. "Oh but you do! You wrinkle your forehead. You don't even relax while you sleep."

"Y'know I'm feeling very attacked right now." I fake being hurt as I slowly bring my hands closer to her sides.

"Aw c'mon did say you were adorable after- EMILY!"

I had begun a sneaky tickle attack as she tried to soothe my hurt feelings. I tickled every part of her I could reach, taking care to be careful with the large stomach separating us. She jerked and squirmed, laughing until she couldn't breathe before I finally stopped. As she recovered I gently brushed a strand of long, blonde hair from her eyes.

"I love you so much, JJ."

She brought a hand up and cupped my cheek. "I love you, too, Emily."

She pulled me down for a tender kiss. However, soon the kiss became more passionate and exploratory and I force myself to pull away. I take in her pout, laughing. "Uh uh, don't give me that look. Last time we were late for work." I glance at the clock on her bedside table. "Which we might be anyway, if we don't hurry." I get out of bed, stretching my body. She groans but offers me a hand as I come around to her side of the bed. I take it and gently pull her upright. I give her another pack on the cheek, and we begin to get ready for the day.

When JJ had initially brought up the idea of having kids, I thought she was joking. I mean, sure we could adopt, but what judge was going to award us custody? We were agents in one of the most dangerous units in the FBI. We didn't have a steady schedule and we dealt with the sickest minds in the nation. And we couldn't exactly have a baby naturally. But when I had said as much to her, she had gently reminded me that with medical technology, that wasn't exactly true. It hadn't taken her months to get me on board with pursuing IVF. It wasn't that I didn't want children, I did. It was just our crazy jobs and the unknown of what we face. And I wasn't sure that I would make the best mother. My mother hadn't set a great example and when I had accidentally ended up pregnant as a teen I had chosen to have an abortion. This wasn't something that I regretted. If I had had that baby, I wouldn't have been able to chase my dreams. And I wouldn't have met JJ.

But in the end, the thought of JJ and I becoming a family, with a little one running around, her teaching them soccer and me teaching them piano, had won out. Almost two years ago we had begun the IVF treatments. We were surprised when just a few months in JJ had gotten pregnant. We were ecstatic, making plans and buying baby clothes. But a month later at the ultrasound, the doctor hadn't been able to locate a heartbeat. I'll never forget that feeling of despair. That night we just lay in bed, clutching each other, crying, until the sun finally rose. But we kept trying. And now, we were just a few months away from finally being parents.

I put the finishing touches on my eyeliner as JJ styled her hair. I applied lipstick then rested my head on her shoulder, looking at our reflection. Sometime she complained about what the weight gain had done to her body, but I personally felt she had never looked better. Her beautiful blonde hair was even thicker, her breasts fuller, her skin soft and dewy. And there was something indescribable about seeing her stomach, rounded underneath her shirt, that was so beautiful that my chest hurt.

"Just eight more weeks until they're here." she murmured quietly as I rubbed her stomach gently.

"I can't wait." I assured her. I disentangled myself from her and walk to the living room, grabbing my coffee from the console table as I pass. I unlocked the safe and pulled out our guns and badges, handing JJ hers.

"We'll have to take separate cars today," she reminded me. "They want me to write up a press release for White Collar."

I nodded. "What time will you be home?"

"Should be same time as you maybe, a little later."

"How do you feel about spaghetti for dinner?"

"That sounds great!" she exclaimed. "Oh but we're out of ground beef."

"No worries, I'll grab some on my way home. Maybe I can even pick up some of those macaroons you love from Patisserie Poupon."

She gave me a chaste kiss. "Emily Prentiss, you spoil me."

Work was thankfully quiet. I worked on my ever present pile of paperwork all day, only stopping to glance towards JJ's office every now and then. After lunch, she came by and gave me a kiss as she left for White Collar. "Don't forget the ground beef," she reminded me. "And don't forget the macaroon." she whispered in my ear. "I love you." she called over her shoulder as she left the bullpen.

"I love you too!" I caledl back, watching her leaving form.

"So how many months out are we Prentiss?" Morgan asked.

"Two. Eight weeks."

He let out a low whistle. "It's getting close. Now are you going to stop this nonsense and tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"

I laughed. "I already told you, we don't know and we don't want to know. It's going to be a surprise."

"Can it really be a surprise? I mean, the baby will be a boy or a girl, it's a fifty/fifty chance."

"Actually, it's not fifty/fifty. Your average pregnancy has a 51:49 chance of it being a boy as opposed to a girl. And scientists have found that when you conceive through IVF those chances go to 56:44 in favor of a boy." Reid adds from his desk.

"Oh yeah? And what's the chance of JJ having a know-it-all like you, pretty boy?" Mogan teased.

"Well actually, statistics can't necesarilly quantify-"

"Make it stop." Morgan deadpanned in my direction, cutting Reid off. I just laughed, thankful for my colleagues.

As I pulled into the driveway, I immediatly notice that JJ isn't home yet. I bustled inside with the grocery bag and the box from Patisserie. I unlock the front door and push it open,as my phone began to ring. I answered it, trying to keep from dropping everything on the ground.

"Prentiss."

"Emily are you okay?"

"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Why, what's wrong?" My mother rarely calls me, and never with panic in her voice. I dropped everything on the kitchen counter, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Haven't you heard?"

"Obviously not, Mother. What happened?"

"There was a bombing, some sort of explosion on 18th st, isn't that near your office?"

"Oh my god." I hurried into the living room and turned on the TV. Even with the volume low I could still see the pictures. There's smoke, and people running around. "Mother I have to go, I have to call-"

Just then the door opened and JJ came rushing in. I felt relief course through my body until I saw her face. Her face was pale and she was crying, trying to keep her brething under control.

"I have to go." I repeated into my phone before rushing to JJ. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?"

"I… I.." She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "I was at the White Collar office and when I was walking out I heard a big crash, so I ran outside and there were peopl everywhere. And smoke, and dust, and oh my god." She began to fan her face with her hands and I help her pull off her jacket. "I just wanted to get to my car so I could come home but police arrived and they were blocking stuff off and I just wanted to come home."

I pulled her into a hug. "You're home, baby, you made it home."

"I know, it's just, I was stuck there I wanted to make sure you were okay, and I needed to come home where it's safe."

I rubbed her back. I was a little taken aback. We saw blood and carnage everyday, and I had never seen JJ react this way. "Well you made it home. I'm safe, you're safe, the baby's safe. We are okay."

She began to cry harder. "Emily what if this was a bad idea. Bringing a baby into a world like this? Our world is bad, but even if you're a normal person you could just be walking down 18th street and all of a sudden there's a bomb, and how are we suposed to protect them from stuff like this?"

I pressed a kiss into her hair, at a loss for words. "I don't know, Jayje. I don't"